This is a beautiful post from Jessica of Seed Pod Craft (I'm still waiting for a spare moment to make my Sweet Pod! It's next on my list after Vivian's blessing dress...). She also shares a sadder part of their trip on her own blog. That's one of the things about getting out in the thick of nature; it's wild and beautiful, but sometimes the wild parts can be sad as well. I wrote to Jessica about my own strong memories from childhood, both of watching our mother cat give birth and also of finding a little kitten that had frozen to death. Those were extremely powerful, formative experiences for me. I'm reading Last Child in the Woods
right now and the author talks a lot about the importance of not experiencing only the sanitized version of nature and animals, but the whole circle, life and death. It's hard, but important, and beautiful in its own way.
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We left at the crack of dawn with a 6 1/2 hour drive ahead of us. It
was a rather uneventful drive. We started listening to the Oliver Twist
audio book (we couldn’t survive road trips without audio books, I tell
ya) and made several potty stops as we had an unfortunate stomach funk
making the rounds through the family. Poor Logan was throwing up the
night before and I was feeling pretty yucky as we drove. Colorado is a
beautiful place though, and as we closed in on the San Juan mountains I
couldn’t believe how jagged and beautiful they were. The towering
clouds that formed over the mountains were amazing to me. I wish I had
taken pictures, but I was waiting for my 24 hrs of queasiness to be
over.

We camped that night in what Barry read was the most scenic
campground in Colorado. It’s right on Molas Lake right outside of
Silverton, CO. Scenic it was– and cold and rainy.

The next morning we got up early to pack our llama packs. With all
of our stuff laid out on the tarp we could see, and hear, the wall of
weather coming toward us. We hurriedly broke down tents and stowed
everything in the van before the torrent began. We had to postpone our 8
o’clock meeting with the llama guys until the downpour let up.

At about 10 the rain let up to a drizzle. Barry used their garage to
finish packing where it was dry and llama guy Mark showed me the ins
and outs of llama saddling. I loved those llamas. I’m just an animal
lover to the core. I remember watching my grandpa groom and saddle his
horses as a little girl wanting so bad to be a part of the care taking,
but too shy or self conscious to ask. It’s kind of silly, but strapping
the saddles on the llamas was like living out that childhood wish.
They were good boys, those llamas. Turk was the white one, Two Socks
the dark one in the middle, and Tecate the big guy in the foreground.
The men hooked the trailer to the van, I put the llamas in the trailer and we were headed to the trail head.

The drizzle stopped when we got there. It stayed pretty cloudy as we hiked, but not another drop fell!

Llamas can carry up to 80 lbs. We didn’t have them loaded down that
heavy and they were ready to walk as quickly as we’d let them.
Unfortunately I had to be a pack animal too so that Hunter had a way to
get up the trail. Truth be told, I was not nearly as cheerful a packer
as the llamas were. I just couldn’t get comfortable and felt so off
balance because with a kid in a hiking pack all of their weight is at
the top of the pack so you feel it on your shoulders. No matter how I
adjusted I couldn’t get all the weight down on my hips. I seriously
think I may have been more comfortable with a SweetPod
because the baby sits low and most of the weight is on the wearer’s
hips. Anyway, enough of my whining. It was a beautiful hike, which I
can say cheerfully now that I’m looking at the photos and not actually
doing it.

It was really steep though. We gained about 1800 feet of elevation
in a little over 2 miles. Switchback after switchback, one foot in
front of the other.

The kids were great. Brenna tended to hang back with me, but Jonah
can just motor on and keep up with whoever there is to keep up with.
The llamas were great too. They were great followers no matter who was
leading. We let the kids take turns leading all three, we separated
them a few times so they could each have one, and Barry led them all on
the really steep parts. They were definitely my favorite part of the
hike.

After climbing up and up and up we got to this little basin and set up camp.

It really couldn’t have been more beautiful. We had a little meadow
to stake the llamas out in and big logs to sit on surrounding our camp
fire. Hunter loved just sitting in the dirt and scooping it up into his
lap and wrapping little sticks with leaves.

He wrapped this stick in a leaf so intently he didn’t even notice me
nearby with the camera. He’d get the stick covered and say, “Bup.
Bup.” (which is how he says “wrap up”) over and over. He was incredibly
dirty, but incredibly happy the whole time.

If I were to do it again I would definitely invest
in some kind of packable toilet. Digging holes for 5 kids is a lot of
work, pretty gross work when you’ve got a stomach thing working its way
through the family. I’d probably just get one of these seat lids that fit on a bucket and several bags.
The bucket could just have stuff packed in it and would fit in a llama
pack no problem. We packed out plenty of poop as it was because our
potty learning Ian just could not relax enough to go in a hole. Both he
and Hunter were in disposable Pull-ups or diapers the whole time.
I’d also find a roll up table
and pack some food in a cooler. I had no idea we could bring a cooler
if we had wanted to, having been trained well by my parents to pack
lightly for backpacking trips. The luxury of llamas is that you can
bring stuff– even real food if you want. So, if you’re ever crazy enough
to try this bring milk! Bring lettuce! Hey, you could even have ice
cream!
I would remember card games. Doh!
Another thing– I’d check the weather better. We were in much higher
mountains than I had backpacked in when I was a kid living in Idaho.
Idaho is pretty dry and gets warm during the day. Colorado is cooler
and wetter up in the mountains. We were fine (you don’t go through too
many clothes when you don’t ever take off enough clothes to change your
underwear, which was the case with all of the males I did not
personally have to diaper and clothe I found out as I went through
things to do laundry when we got home. Gross.), but an extra sweatshirt
and maybe even long johns for everyone would have been nice.

So, that’s the first half of our trip. I honestly didn’t like
lugging a baby up a mountain, but it sure felt good to take him off my
back in the heart of pristine wilderness, set up camp, watch the llamas
chomp to their hearts’ content, and see how happy my children felt about
doing something so hard and being somewhere so beautiful.